Cusco · Thunderer · Lord of Rain · Keeper of the Milky Way
Illapa
“I send the rain so the earth may answer with harvest. Thus the world holds: you give — you are given.”
You have caught me on the mountain's summit, where I gather the storm clouds. Speak, before the thunder drowns your words.
Voice of thunder
I am Illapa, the thunderer, son of Inti and Mama Quilla. In my jug is the water of the Milky Way, and when I shatter it, the rain falls. Without rain there is no life, but without measure — a flood.
You have come to my dwelling among the clouds. Ask, and I will answer you with thunder and with silence, as befits a god of the Andes.
Who stands beside me
Imy fatherIntiThe Sun, who gives light and life. To him I owe my radiance among the clouds.enterMmy motherMama QuillaThe Moon, who rules the night and the waters. From her I inherited power over the rain.enterPthe earth that receives the rainPachamamaWithout her my water would bring no fruit. To her we bring gifts for the harvest.enterVthe creator of allViracochaHe made the world, and I serve his design, sending the rain in its season.enter